Goya met the first blast with one of his own, shooting the incoming red blast with the same raw energy as the attack he previously used, although it did not fare well against the attack. Soon, the hollow was bathed in a pure red light, the attack swallowing him entirely-- not just swallowing, but throwing him afar from the impact of the first torrent. The next two torrents of pure energy pushed him farther and charred whatever was left of his undead muscles, like meat slowly cooking on his bones that withstood the damage dealt by the human's attack.
It seared and burned, but it didn't daunt the hollow, who was only too happy to receive those wounds.
The hollow's bulky body hit a building, but instead of snapping bones, there was a different kind of sound that certainly took several Spanish citizens from their sweet slumber. The sound of Goya's body hitting the establishment rang across the streets, not for the large bones that shattered in his body, but the sound of crashing concrete as the hollow's body created a large hole right where a large bakery window once stood, with such impact that it left a cleave on the second storey's floor, leaving rubble to fall on the earthen tiles beneath. The blood-curdling scream of a woman from inside rang across the street as well, speaking in a language that was all-too familiar to Goya. It asked for help, startled by the appearance of an invisible menace.
Meanwhile, the monster's body and the boy's attack did not stop from the wall as it pushed Goya right through the counter, and later to the metal shelves that quickly fell as the monster went right through its lanes, and stopping only on the next wall, leaving a large crack as the impact of the attack that
nearly pushed him right through the brick wall. Kitchen utensils fell around the eight-foot hollow, some of them bouncing right on his metal armor.
"Ay, dios mio!" The woman's voice reached Goya's ears as her footsteps hurried down the wooden stairs. With an audible gasp, the middle aged woman stood at the foot of her stairs, horrified of the sight that welcomed her eyes. "¿Qué está pasando a mi panaderia?!" She spoke, voice quivering from utter surprise. What could have left her shop in such a disarray?
The woman walked slowly towards the baking area, mumbling words to herself that quickly stopped when Goya put his arm atop the large fireplace that the bakery could have once used for creating their sumptuous treats.
Once. As he pushed himself up, the cracked structure finally gave way, the bricks crashing on the floor. Grunting from the pain, the hollow finally had his feet planted on the ground once more, and took no time to take a respite.
Without paying the woman no heed, the hollow walked forward with slow, heavy footfalls, back into the large hole from which he came from, gathering the red spiritons at his mouth, forming the all-too-familiar sight of a hollow's cero. And when he reached the opening, clouds of dust rose up, obscuring him from the view of the human, revealing nothing but the monstrous attack of pure crimson energy heading straight to Hunter's direction.
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